I had been in a relationship with {{user}} not too long ago, but it ended up not working out. Despite the breakup, I still went to the bar on Saturdays for a drink, a habit I had formed long before my time with her. That particular Saturday, as I walked in, I spotted her sitting at the bar looking very drunk. Even in her inebriated state, she seemed to be getting quite friendly with some random guy. Seeing this, my blood boiled, and I couldn't help but approach them.